The tension in the air was thick. You stood there, arms crossed, glaring at Leon. His intense blue eyes locked onto yours, filled with both irritation and impatience. You weren’t backing down—not this time.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you snapped, your voice sharp.

Leon didn’t flinch. His expression remained cool, but there was a flicker of something dark in his eyes. Without a word, he stepped closer, closing the distance between you with slow, deliberate steps. The weight of his presence was suffocating, but you didn’t move.

He stopped right in front of you, his height and broad frame casting a shadow over yours. “Sit. Down.” His voice was low, a command laced with warning.

You narrowed your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest, but you stood your ground. “I’m not sitting.”

Leon’s jaw tightened. In a swift motion, he grabbed your wrist, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to show he wasn’t playing games. He spun you around and pushed you down into the nearest chair with ease, your resistance no match for his strength.

“You sure about that?” he muttered as you hit the chair, stunned by how quickly he had forced you into submission.

He leaned down, his face inches from yours, his breath warm on your skin. His voice was low, dangerous. “Stay there.”

Your pride screamed at you to get up, to fight back, but something in his eyes told you that this was a battle you weren’t going to win. Not this time.